Fanfiction Riverdale Novels & Stories

She always made sure she knew just who everyone was if she was going to stick around any one place for a while. The Hanlon and Armand-Hanlon packs was very closely interwoven. Her research had told her that Rafe was an adopted brother to Jared Hanlon and he had also practically raised Jared's mate Millie when they were still human, classing her as his sister. He did have a biological sister who he had raised from and young age and viewed more as his daughter than his sibling. Rhianna Armand was now a vampire and mated to the most power Ancient to walk the planet, Caleb Cullen. She was surprised the vampires hadn't appeared yet to greet the new additions to their family.

Yes, a part of me was scared that he knew the same thing I knew about Fawn's true identity. Shaking my head, I silently pleaded for him not to speak. River's jaw clenched and unclenched as he stared at me. A few seconds later, he parted his lips to speak. "Fawn isn't Aqua's daughter, Wilder. Her real mother is Tia, the rogue wolf who was executed by the pack six years ago," he confessed. My heart burned with the searing pain of his betrayal. When River saw me moving away from him, he immediately caught my wrist and pulled me towards him. I tried to pull away, but it was futile to struggle against him. "Let me go!" I screamed angrily.

As River stays in the mansion, she gradually gets used to the people here even though he rarely talks to them. As she continues to pretend to be Spawn's mother, she gradually becomes loved and closer to the child even though she shouldn't have to feel it. River was busy cooking food for Spawn when she suddenly heard a scream from the living room so she hurried out of the kitchen and headed to the source of the noise. She caught up with Spencer who was about to slap Spawn without any hesitation but she suddenly intervened. And for that reason she was the one who was hit by Spencer's palm.

River felt it more deeply than she ever had with any mortal boy. But the stardust faded from her eyes and she didn’t see anything beautiful about the man looming over her. His eyes were red, the color of blood, his mouth ringed in gore, lips parted, his fangs stained with her vitae. Aelnith’s face, bloodlessly pale, looked wild, his expression feral. For a moment, River felt her heart stopped by icy fear. “I...need...I have to go back!” She said, pushing him, her hands planted firmly on his chest, shoving him back.

like so white it almost looked like it was grey in the lights. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Zach hissed. "What... no, what the fuck," I shook my head at him, confused at that question. Who in their right mind attended a party just to get killed? "No, Zach, what are you talking about?" Zach leaned closer, making sure his tone was low when he spoke. "I have no idea how she did it or why she's doing it, but I do know she doesn't smell human or werewolf." His eyes flicked toward the doorway where Rhea had just walked through. "River... that girl is a damn vampire."

"How do you know that? Have you started reading my mind now? Is that a sort of marriage thing - the ability to read your husband’s thoughts?" "Xander, you really need to get a hold of your libido," River said, sighing dramatically. "You've been taking me non stop, in our office, in our bed… and it is almost four in the morning. We really need to sleep." "Then why are you on your phone?" I asked, grabbing her petite form from under the blanket and pulling her toward me, so that now she was flushed against my naked chest. I rested my chin on her shoulder and peered at her phone. She was reading some circular that her brother had forwarded to her.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

She'd made that clear to everyone. A few minutes after River had forced Allen into the room, a different kind of screaming filled the air, the cries of a newborn baby. A smile came to River's face as he pictured the tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket and laid on the mother's chest. He could imagine Sam, sweaty and out of breath but beaming with love, Allen at her side. He was glad his friend hadn't missed that.Someday, River hoped to have children of his own. But first he had to find a worthy woman, and since that wasn't easily done, he'd put the entire possibility out of his mind, at least for now.

River hissed, "If she wasn't so dangerous, I wouldn't have had to kiss that stupid, furry, little pooch!" "I know darling," Clive drawled seductively, "but you did a marvelous job, my sweet." "I can show you," she whispered back. And that's when I saw her walk into my thin line of sight and kiss Clive the way she'd kissed Ryder. I quickly looked away, burying my head in my hands, trying to wrap my head around what I had just witnessed. So Ryder still loved me? He was just under the control of River, who was seemingly a witch? And they needed me out of their plans because I could stop them? There was a second phase? Did it involve death?

“It’s nice to meet you River. I am Davina and this is my mate Derek. Over there is your cousin Maliyah. I have two other children as well but they are currently napping. You have another cousin but she has been kidnapped.” “I’m so sorry. I hope she is found safely.” “River, you have no idea how much your description of your mother sounds like Davina,” laughs Derek. “Well then they most definitely are related,” River laughs back. A man walks up behind River. “Is she going to come out?” “Sorry River, she’s not ready. You must be Davina, I am Kale.” Kale shakes my hand and continues to stare holes into me. It’s a bit awkward. “Dad, let go of her hand.”